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The Butterfly Mansion	By : Akuma Category: +G to L > Loveless Views: 5052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N:
Because too much pron isn�t good for the soul but
some teasing is XD Enjoy.

A Futile Escape

Ritsu was pleased to learn that he was once again demanded
by Beloved. While usually Soubi wasn�t so happy at
the prospect of pleasing his employer, he didn�t care much this time. He was
anxious for tonight, taking good care to make things perfect. He thought of
bringing a bottle of fine wine but decided against it since Ritsuka
was still underage. He finally settled for a box of imported chocolate, hoping
that like most kids, Ritsuka liked sweets.

The mansion
was as silent as the previous night when Soubi
arrived. He entered, knowing his presence was expected. This time though, there
was no music to guide him, only silence. Soubi had to
explore almost every room to find his client. It took him a good couple of
minutes to find Ritsuka in a study, thoughtfully
staring at the computer screen on a mahogany desk from the working chair behind
it. Soubi remained at the door for a while, adoring
the expression upon the boy�s face as he waited for him to be acknowledged.
When Ritsuka proved to be far too engrossed in his
mind to take notice of his arrival, he stepped further into the room.

�Good
evening, Ritsuka.� Soubi
greeted him soft enough not to startle the boy.

Ritsuka lifted his eyes to met Soubi�s.
Again, there was this look in his eyes as if he wasn�t sure why the blond was
here. �You�re here.�

Soubi smiled and went to the boy. �I brought you
chocolate.� He said, showing the boy the wrapped box.

Ritsuka stared at the box in surprise, clearly not
expecting any gift at all from Soubi. �You
shouldn�t.� Ritsuka refused, shaking his head,
blushing slightly in embarrassment.

�You don�t
like chocolate?� Soubi asked, wondering if he had
made a mistake.

�I do but�
you shouldn�t have got me anything.� Ritsuka
answered, alleviating Soubi�s doubt.

�Then does
it displease you that I brought you something?� Soubi
asked again, hiding his worry expertly. Perhaps he had been too carried away, read
too much into Ritsuka�s invitation, and crossed the
line. They were nothing but client and escort, their relationship was to be
impersonal. It�s true that he shouldn�t have done anything that might get him
far too intimate with his clients.

�No� It�s
just that� it�s been a while since anyone got me anything.� Ritsuka
said, looking away as if in shame.

Questions
rose within Soubi again, but he held back. He had
noticed that Ritsuka seemed uncomfortable talking about
himself. It was understandable though that he would prefer to keep his life a
secret as many VIP clients do. Soubi had learnt not
to ask unless necessary. So why did he feel a burning need to know more?

�Have you
had dinner?� Soubi asked, trying to lighten up the
atmosphere.

Ritsuka nodded. �Would you like something to drink?� The
boy asked, walking toward an antique table where a bottle of wine along with a
crystal wine glass was placed. Ritsuka opened the
bottle with little difficulty and poured some wine to the glass before offering
it to Soubi.

Soubi couldn�t help but notice that the bottle of wine was
no longer sealed and the content was partially gone. He took the glass with a
gracious smile but didn�t drink it immediately. �Did you have any visitor?� He
asked carefully, not wanting to intrude Ritsuka�s
privacy.

Ritsuka shook his head negatively. �No. Why?� He asked.
When he saw Soubi looking at the bottle and raised an
eyebrow slightly, Ritsuka immediately realized what
he was trying to say and blushed slightly. �It was me.�

�Oh.� Soubi said neutrally to hide his surprise. Ritsuka was obviously underage and quite honestly, Soubi wasn�t too pleased to hear that he had drunk alcohol.
Ritsuka didn�t seem to be the type of child who was
in such a rush to be an adult that he started to copy adults� actions
mindlessly, regardless of the fact that he had asked Soubi�s
companionship.

�It was
before you came and�� Ritsuka stopped and looked away,
blushing more furiously.

Understanding
what wasn�t said, Soubi smiled. He took a sip of the
fine wine and placed the glass on the desk. Then he knelt before the embarrassed boy, adoring the way red colored Ritsuka�s otherwise pale complexion. �Were you nervous?� he
asked.

�Of course
I was!� Ritsuka said, pouting slightly. He still
refused to look at Soubi, unwilling to show his
childish innocence.

Soubi had been wondering about Ritsuka�s
boldness the previous night. Now he had found the answer. Alcohol had
strengthened Ritsuka�s will, gave him the courage he
needed to request what he shouldn�t have. But while alcohol explained Ritsuka�s surprisingly bold behavior, it didn�t explain why
he wanted Soubi�s companionship in the first place.
Surely he wasn�t drunk when he made the call to the Seven Moons to request him.

Soubi smiled, hiding his curiosity as he remembered his
place. �Ritsuka.� He called
his young client gently. When Ritsuka turned to him,
face still slightly red, Soubi leaned forward a
placed a soft kiss on Ritsuka�s lips. �What do you
want to do tonight?� He asked.

Ritsuka was speechless for a moment, shocked by the kiss.
He fidgeted slightly in nervousness, not giving his answer just yet. Without
alcohol to numb his manner, Ritsuka was but a lost
child. He glared slightly at Soubi, perhaps blaming
him for putting him in such uncomfortable situation. Seeing that Soubi�s smile didn�t deter, however, he took a deep breath
and looked away once again. �Make love to me.�

Despite
having expected such answer, Soubi couldn�t help but hesitated.
He forced himself to smile however, kneeled, and leaned forward to whisper in Ritsuka�s ear. �As you wish, RItsuka.�

At first Soubi only brushed his lips lightly on Ritsuka�s
waiting for some kind of response, even rejection. But aside from the slight
trembling, there was nothing else. Ritsuka closed his
eyes and leaned forward ever so slightly, surrendering himself completely to Soubi. Slightly thrilled by RIstuka�s
action, he blond man took a breath, closed his eyes, and sealed their lips
together.

Soubi wanted to be careful with Ritsuka�s
seemingly frail body but he couldn�t control the burning desire that raged
within him every time he was with Ritsuka. He wrapped
his arms around Ritsuka�s petit body, gently roaming
the covered skin. Ritsuka gasped into his mouth and
clutched his shoulders but didn�t push him away. Seeing that he wasn�t refused
more access, Soubi slipped a hand into RItsuka�s over-sized white shirt. The boy jumped slightly
at the first contact but still didn�t stop him. Soubi
smiled slightly into their kiss as Ritsuka moaned
when he caressed his back lower and lower.

Guilt
barely entered his consciousness now. All he was concerned about was how to
distract Ritsuka properly from the sting that would
accompany what they would soon engage in. He devoured Ritsuka�s
mouth almost hungrily as his hand moved lower and slipped into the boy�s
trousers. Ritsuka threw his head back and moaned when
Soubi slipped a finger in the crevice between the
twin globes of his buttocks. Soubi buried his face in
Ritsuka�s neck, kissing, nipping, and nuzzling him as
Ritsuka slowly rocked his hips onto Soubi�s powerful body. The blonde moaned softly, pleased by
the reaction he gained, and slipped his finger even further down to caress the
tight ring of flesh.

�Ritsuka, may I?� Soubi whispered urgently, his own need throbbed within the
confines of his pants.

Ritsuka moaned but then lowered his head to glare at Soubi. What might have been an angry glare lost its effect
as a cute blush adorned his face. His beautiful mauve eyes were clouded by
unmistakable lust as he growled softly. �Soubi
no baka.� He said before capturing Soubi�s lips in a heated, though inexperienced kiss.

Soubi allowed the boy to kiss him for a while until he
couldn�t take it anymore. He pulled his hand out of Ritsuka�s
trousers and lifted the boy to put him onto the desk. Ritsuka
broke the kiss with a shocked gasp when he heard several items crashing down
onto the floor.

�Wait, this
is��

Soubi paused despite his own desire to embrace the boy as
soon as possible. He waited for Ritsuka to continue
what he said, stilling completely as to not distract him from his thoughts. Was
Ritsuka going to refuse him? Soubi
wasn�t sure if he should be happy or not by the possibility.

But Ritsuka didn�t continue what he was going to say. He shook
his head slightly and wrapped his arms around Soubi�s
neck to pull him down. �It doesn�t matter. It doesn�t matter.� He whispered
with his eyes closed. He leaned up to kiss Soubi
again and for the second time lust possessed them.

*

Soubi had taken Ritsuka to the
bedroom after their tryst in the study, where they once again made love. He had
been worried of Ritsuka but when he mentioned it, the
boy merely frowned and kissed him into silence. Soubi
tried to be as gentle as possible for the rest of the night for as much as his
adult desire demanded him to greedily seek his own pleasure, he did not wish to
hurt Ritsuka.

He realized
that something was not quite right. There was something about the way Ritsuka kept looking away and biting his lips as he move
within him that alarmed Soubi. There was Ritsuka�s seemingly insatiable desire to please and be
pleased even when he was obviously exhausted that told Soubi
that he wanted to distract himself from something. What was he hiding from Soubi? Was it related to what he was going to say in the
study?

Despite his
curiosity, Soubi held his tongue and refrained
himself from asking. He knew Ritsuka wouldn�t be
appreciative of his inquisition. After all, it was his right to withheld
something from Soubi, a mere escort. Yes, he must
remember his place. He was an escort, that�s all he was, that�s all he would
be. He was to please his clients, fulfilling their fantasies, helping them
escape the reality even for a while, and then watched as they walked away to
return to a world he never belonged to.

Ritsuka was not an exception. No, he was not.

Soubi watched Ritsuka�s sleeping
face, lighted by the sunlight that peeked through the curtains. Ritsuka. Perfect, innocent, beautiful Ritsuka.
He was not an exception. He would one day return to the life Soubi was not a part of. He would leave. He would leave Soubi all alone.

It was so
common. It was a routine. So why did the thought hurt Soubi
so?

Ritsuka stirred beside him and, as if realizing Soubi�s eyes on him, started to frown slightly. A pout was
formed on his pink lips and Soubi had to hold back
from kissing him right then and there. Slowly his eyes fluttered open and those
mauve eyes were locked onto Soubi.

�Good
morning, Ritsuka.� Soubi
greeted his client with a gentle smile.

Ritsuka blinked, seemingly still a bit confused to find Soubi beside him. �Have you been watching me?� He asked in
embarrassment as the situation sank in.

�You�re so
beautiful.� Soubi said without thinking.

Ritsuka began to stammer, embarrassment and anger crossing
his face but he seemed to be unable to decide on a proper reaction. In the end
he could only look away, not wanting to amuse Soubi
with his confusion.

�I�m sorry,
I couldn�t help myself.� Soubi apologized, seeing Ritsuka�s discomfort.

At first Ritsuka said nothing but then he turned to Soubi and shifted closer to him. Soubi
forced himself to stay still, waiting for an order or a suggestion of what Ritsuka might want. He watched Ritsuka
closely as the boy ran his hand on his bare chest, down to his abdomen, and
settled on his hips. His body reacted to the touch quickly but still he waited.
It was a torment, though, to merely watch as Ritsuka
explored his body timidly, caressing his skin softly, never staying in one spot
long enough to give him full pleasure. Ritsuka paused
with his hand on Soubi�s waist and then pressed their
bodies close, burying his face on Soubi�s chest.

�Stay with
me today.� He murmured softly.

Soubi wrapped an arm around Ritsuka�s
back, caressing the boy comfortingly. He pushed aside his internal turmoil,
deciding to focus on Ritsuka instead. He was an
escort after all, a tool to please. He was not to have any feeling and emotion.
Why it was so difficult to keep it that way around Ritsuka,
he didn�t know. But he wouldn�t give himself away. �As you
wish, Ritsuka.�

*

�Welcome
back, Sou-chan!� Kio greeted Soubi
when they met on the hall that night. �You�ve been awfully busy these past two
days but you seemed to be glowing every time you got back. Did the boss give
you a demanding client?� He asked with a suggestive smirk.

Soubi smiled at his friend. To others his smile was as
beautiful as always but Kio knew better than to assume that Soubi�s
smiles reflect his happiness. �Not really. But he seems to like me.�

�What�s he
like?� Kio asked, following Soubi to his room �his
client wouldn�t mind waiting a bit longer. He felt that something was amiss. Soubi was usually indifferent about his clients,
undisturbed despite however they treated him. But this time, he seemed a bit
troubled by the mysterious client. Kio couldn�t help but wonder what had
stirred the tranquility of Soubi�s heart.

�He�s okay.
Very sweet. Very nice.� Soubi said. His grip on his key tightened as he recalled
the softness of Ritsuka�s skin when he touched him,
the warmth of his body when he possessed him, the sweetness of his voice when Ritsuka pleaded him wordlessly, and the innocence in his
eyes when Ritsuka saw the burning need in Soubi�s blue orbs. �He is very nice.�

�Really?� Kio said, trying not to sound too skeptical.

Soubi unlocked his door and turned to Kio. �Aren�t you
supposed to accompany your client?� He asked with a sweet smile, asking him
politely to leave.

Kio wanted
to protest but Soubi was right and Ritsu was not kind when a client protested about one of his
employees� behaviors. �I�ll see you later, then.� He said, not having any other
choice. He blew Soubi a kiss as he walked to the
elevator.

Soubi smiled and went into his room. Nothing had changed in
his room since he left yesterday night but he felt something was missing. Had
his room always been so empty? No, he wasn�t talking about the gifts from his
clients that he placed around his room. There were indeed many of them in his
room, vainly trying to give some personality to the space. But the only kinds
of personality they projected were emptiness and loneliness. And weren�t they
appropriate to describe Soubi?

Soubi lay on his bed and tried not to think of Ritsuka.
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